Days and nights have changed my face. And I have buried my mother on a cold day in May when yellow-throated violets hid in the green, green grass. And wandering about I have placed my favorite faces in crowds that could not hold them, and only to suffer the disappointment.
I have no idea whether anyone will have any desire to read it. Will people who don`t know me at all grab the book off the shelf to read it? That would be lovely, but I didn`t think about the audience when I was writing. You`re building the book for yourself, and it becomes your companion. If people hate it, then that`s great ? at least they have an opinion about it.
I have no idea whether anyone will have any desire to read it.